My Fantasy

I had a fantasy a minute or so ago:

I'm walking up to where my physics classes are held, and suddenly the guy I've decided I like runs up to me and kisses me. "Oh," I say, "you shouldn't have done that, because I just ate a tuna and onion panini" (which was true, I had just finished having a brunch at the Arts Centre). "Oh," he says. He can taste it. And he walks off with the air of one who has just made an embarrassing error.

How very half-arsed. I continue to believe that my imagination is currently suffering due to the stress of overworking in the scientific mindset.